Mark I. Kirkmeyer


We got the call for Christmas Day
Our final chance civilian to play
Soldiers we know, to war we go
To save the desert sand from men.
I thought how, as the day had come
To serve in protecting freedom
We’d be gone, who knows how long
Help keep producing oil to send
And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Pierced the alarm more loud and deep:
“Our little children left to weep
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail;
Some peace on earth, good will to men.”
Till another man shall say,
The world revolved to night from day,
A slap, a pull, a round in line
Defend the earth, from evil men.